Novel & Cerita Black Chains Chapter 1

He opened the folder afresh, skimming the pages faster than ever and repeated this for about two more times. "Mr McAllister? Is something wrong?" asked Mitch. Charles flashed Joanne a dark foreboding look. Like a dark sky before a storm. "Where's my Quantity Bid? Sure as shit isn't in here." Charles boomed.

However, Chelsea recently lost her job, so Sarah needed to not screw up the interview or else they were going to end up on the streets. Meanwhile, Ezra was surrounded by huge dark rocks, the same rocks in the old caves, that he used to play in as a child back in Pineyard. He looked lost, suddenly he began plunging into an infinite abyss. He tried holding on to one of the rocks protruding inside the pit, but it broke, and he went on falling. He could hear his name being called, but he couldn't see who was calling. The voice kept calling, "Ezra, Ezra, Ezra, open your eyes, please."

Like I’ve crossed some invisible line. Like I’ve stepped into a rift between worlds. My breath catches as a low growl vibrates through the silence, halting me. Then—bam! Something slams into me. Claws. Fur. Teeth. Pain. And everything goes black. . . . When I wake, it’s freezing. My cheek is pressed to stone, rough and cold. My limbs ache. I try to move but the sound of chains rattling and pain stops me. Panic kicks in fast, wrapping around my chest like a vice.

⸻ Glass—or something older than glass—explodes outward, shards screaming through the air like blades. I move without thought. Wings flare, shadows surge, swallowing the street in black fire as I drag her against me. Shards hit the dark and hiss like acid. When the sound dies, the mirror is gone. But something else is here. Something stepping out of the black water, tall and thin and crowned in bone. Its face is a blur of features, shifting faster than sight. And in its hands— A chain. Forged of light. It smiles—or maybe that’s just the skull grinning through its skin—and says:

"Mavric... they have your blood. They don't need Caelum anymore. They are creating an army of dragons." In the distance, police sirens wailed across London. A massive "Blackout" had just begun. END OF CHAPTER 124.

The Bonds of Submission that had revealed desires she'd rather not acknowledge. Her breath caught when she saw what else awaited them. A high-backed chair of black leather faced the wall where the chains hung. Beside it stood a small table laden with objects she couldn't immediately identify: leather straps, silver implements, soft brushes, a pot of what might have been honey or oil. "What are you going to do to me?" Patrina asked, hating the tremor in her voice. Nyxios set her on her feet, his hands lingering at her waist. "I'm going to teach you what happens to companions who run." His fingers traced the collar at her throat, sending unwanted heat cascading through her body. "Strip to your

Now, we had to face the Guilt. "The Chain is about the cellar, isn't it?" I whispered. "It’s about every link you’ve ever worn, Emma," Nathaniel said, his eyes full of a weary compassion. "And it’s coming to pull you back into the dark." I stood up, my amber eyes fixed on the Alabaster Spire. Nine chapters left. The Crown was broken. Now, it was time to break the iron. "Let the chain come," I said, my voice a steady, sovereign resonance. "I’ve got the bolt-cutters."

They are wearing black uniforms and a mask just like for bandits. A man wearing a black suit whispered a spell and one by one the corpse started to burn. The sound of burning corpses is loud just like the heartbeat of the children witnessed the brutality. Elise froze after seeing everything. She can't breathe. The air is suffocating and the pain in her heart is excruciating. She did not cry but once again, she was reminded. Why she hated the book “The Lazy Lucky Princess”. "Hell." That night terror begins. END OF CHAPTER 7…

The Calling Chapter 1 I am walking down the cliffy road, it’s dark out with only the street lamp to illuminate my path. I am slightly cold and very irritated at my current situation. I had gotten to my car only to discover the battery dead. Obviously the car would not start, could not even unlock the bloody door via car remote.

I stared at the ceiling, the events of the day swirling in my mind. ‎ ‎Alone, yet tethered to a man who could ruin me with a word. ‎ ‎And then it hit me: this was just the beginning. One chapter closed, but the story had only begun. Ethan Blackwood had left the first impression, but the next move… would be mine. ‎ ‎And I vowed silently: if he thought I would crumble without him there, he was gravely mistaken. ‎